Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1887-05-02

one unbroken chain of humanity, they
move from workshop to cells. After
marching entirely around the spa
cious hall we were stood up against
the wall like young folks at spell
ing bee-only we did not stand still,
but managed, all we hundreds, 10
''mark time"-and there was a sort
of rhymthic music in the sound of
the tramp, tramp, although we knew
if words were set to it they would
only be:
Cold feet cold feet
We make this racket
To warm our cold feet.
for the invitation committee had not
provided for the comfort of its guests
by having the paving stones heated
for them TO stand upon.
"What was it all aboutE
Boston has ways peculiar 10 her
self. Naturally the Hub chooses its
own manner of going around, regard
less of the way the spokes point.
Like the spider-web pattern on which
the streets are laid out, these things
are as clear as mud to a real Boston
ian, but to the ''man from the coun-
try they are, like the theory of the
northern lights, slightly mixed. This
mornings experience / am telling you
about is the result of one Of Boston's
peculiarities. Being a sojourner at
the Hub | am falling into the prac-
tices of the Hubbies.
"CoId?'
Yes, it was cold; and the sun
crept up to peer over the tall build
ings in a way that made me think OF
the lines:
"Zekle crep up quite unbekn0wn
An peeked in thru the wnder."
| wonder if 1t was because there
were fewer men than women in that
long line that the sun modestly drew
a thin vail over its shining face. Per-
haps the fact that the number Of wo-
men in the Bay State greatly exceeds
that of the men is known on the
globe, and a resolution to "take no
chances" has been adopted. At any
rate, bootblack who didn't "shine"
better than the sun did would "tote"
his box and brush the live-long day
without earning a dime.
EWhat were we there forY'
That is what | want to tell YOU.
No; ] shan't forget it, for it was al
together a new experience To me, al
though it needn't have been, for this
was by no means the first time this
winter that hundreds Of people have
stood in the cold gray morning watch
ing the hands on that clock dial and |
waiting for the armory doors To
swing open. But not being Bosto-
nian, you see, ] did not know Of this |
peculiarity. But / know all about il
now, and that is what ! am going TO
tell you.
"Foolish people!" you say.
o, no! That line was one 10 be
proud to stand in. There wasn't a
''fool-face" there. Culture, thought,
intellectual pursuits had left their inn
press on nearly every one. Next be-
hind me stood a man and woman
deeply engaged in the subject of met
aphysics; her teeth chattered but her
face was aglOw with animation. BE
tween you and ], il is an unusually
cold day when a BOstOnian does not
brighten over the discussion Of a sci
entific topic). Ahead of me was a
bright young Harvard student who
spent his hours Of waiting in studying
his chemistry. There were lawyers,
professors. doctors, both ID. ID. aud
NJ. D.: and there was plain /.
''FoOlish peopleF' ! think not al
least,T did not meet any Of that class
"Why did we waitF'
Isn't that exactly what ! am telling
yous
You see some years ago. don't
know how many-a Mr.. Lowell died.
Being unable to transfer his large H.
nancial interests 10 the country 10
which De was going, be provided for
liberal and widespread distribation
Df them here.
Did yOu never notice how easy IL is
10 give away anything when you cant
10 keep il any longerf
Think 81 the anguish old Cnmmo-
lore Vanderbilt would have endured
lad be been compelled 10 part with
.he little pile which DE- gave 70 build
.he University AZ Nashville, Tennes-
see, had he not known that the time
vas at hand when the only Way ~
leep money was 70 give II away.
When he had no further use for Il
himself, he threw that little sop %
charity, and, fancy, thought lle WAS
Irving sharp bargain with the
lord.